Page 16 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
The woman handed back my card as a cheeky smile crossed my face.
“Well, next time, you know to be a bit more thorough.”
She blushed. “Yes, of course.”
The woman behind the desk offered me a small billfold. “Here’s a menu for our kitchen as well as a coupon packet if you want to get out to see the sights. There are also two keys, one for each of you, and vouchers for our breakfast buffet every morning that you’re here. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
I nodded. “I always do. Thank you. Mags?”
She glanced around with a dumbfounded look on her face. “Yeah?”
“Ready to go see our room?”
I ushered her up to the penthouse suite and set my sights on pulling out my laptop. She would need a minute to adjust, but what I hadn’t taken into account was the fact that she’d never even been to Vegas. She had mentioned it at some point in time on the plane trip, but it hadn’t found its way into the forefront of my mind until I saw her gawking out at the expanse of Vegas from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the pristine white living room.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked as I walked up behind her.
She slowly shook her head. “How in the world do you get used to something like this?”
I chuckled. “I don’t. I take my coffee out onto the balcony that sits just off the master suite. I watch the sunrise every morning.”
She peered up at me. “Could I share that balcony with you for coffee in the morning?”
My heart skipped a beat. “I’d love nothing more.”
For a split second, I could’ve sworn I saw her eyes fall to my lips. However, just as quickly as the moment came upon us, it passed. She drew in a deep breath and turned back out toward the scene, and I certainly didn’t want to spoil the moment. So, I walked back to the couch, pulled out my laptop, and started getting down to business. And soon, Maggie quickly joined me with her laptop.
“All right, so I looked over the plans for the land you bought and how you’ve laid out the streets, and I’ve already found a hiccup I hope we can fix.”
I nodded as I kept typing. “What’s the hiccup?”
“You’re expecting a crowd, right?”
“Mhm.”
“So, why do you only have one parking lot that can fit, at most, seventy cars?”
I paused. “There should be two.”
She turned her laptop toward me. “Not according to what you sent me. So, who should I be calling?”
I dug my cell phone out of my pocket. “Shit, I need to call—”
But, she placed her hand on top of my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “Who do I need to call? All I need is a number, Mike.”
Our eyes met, and it was as if the world itself had stopped turning. It was as if nothing else mattered, not even this event I had put together. I found it hard to breathe. Her skin felt so soft against my own. Her eyes sparkled in the softly setting Vegas sun. I never wanted her to stop touching me.
“Mike?” she asked.
I swallowed hard. “Sorry. Yeah, let me dig around in my phone for the number, and I’ll shoot it to you.”
She nodded. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
We worked until the sun went down, then I heard my stomach growling. Maggie giggled and looked up from her laptop before she started massaging the back of her neck. The two of us had practically been eaten by the cushions of the plush, deep-set couch, but when her stomach growled louder than my own, I closed my laptop.
“How do you feel about dinner out somewhere?”
She groaned. “That sounds amazing. Can we get drinks, too? I could really use an adult beverage.”
